cloned | Broken Fairytale

sunday_reveries prompt! Characters referenced without permission, but with love.

I asked you, once what it’s like to love, break, and die all in the same breath.
You said, "It's like walking with the silence in December while a million hearts explode within your chest, but you don’t care enough to feel it."
-Unknown

It was like being caught on the wrong end of a fairytale ending. Boy finds girl. Girl happens to be dating other boy, other boy dies, boy and girl hook up, other boy comes back to life, girl gets back together with other boy, girl and other boy get together with boy, other boy can't take it because girl and other boy are in luuuurve but not really with him. Now boy and girl are free to be happy together!

Okay, not exactly like a fairy tale. And Kon wasn't even sure that Tim and Cassie were going to go be together with him out of the picture. He didn't know if he wanted them to or not, either.

Kon could never watch a chick flick again.

Seriously, he could just see it, panning out. Tim was the perfect guy, smart, attractive, good, always did the right thing. Kon was the screw-up boyfriend. Good looks, great smile, not much else going for him. Sure, superpowers, but that wasn't that special. Half their friends had superpowers. The prize, Cassie. Gorgeous, smart, badass, a great leader, and angsty, sure, but still, as close to perfect as you could get. How was Kon not the hero of his own story?

Cissie had said he could use her apartment since she was pretty much a permanent fixture in Bart's house. Kon appreciated it. Smallville held too many good memories that hurt too much to think. Don't think about that night, when the world was on the brink of the end and they didn't know if they'd make it through the night. How amidst everything that was wrong, it was so pure and good and right. At least he'd stopped crying. Now he just felt numb inside. Which was probably better than hurting, except he also hurt. But now it had smoothed into a dull, consistent pain. He didn't know what had been worse. There was a lot he didn't know.

At first it had been an effort not to call Cassie and beg her to let him try again. To tell her he didn't care, just give him one more chance, he was happy just being there to spice up her and Tim's sex life, just don't leave him alone like this. But that was even more pathetic than breaking down in front of her had been, and anyway, he'd been the one to do the breaking up. He'd been happier living in ignorance, suspecting that Cassie wanted Tim more but trying to convince himself it was all him being jealous, that the three of them would work out.

He'd been so stupid.

All he wanted right now was to curl up somewhere and die. Or to drink himself into enough of a stupor that he wouldn't notice how much he hurt. But the two times he'd been drunk both held such happy memories. First time he'd kissed Tim, even if no one else remembered it. Second time on the road trip, when they'd all been so happy. Drinking now, alone, if he even could get some liquor, would just make him think too much about those times.

Maybe he should stop trying. He was Superboy! Superboy didn't do serious. He wasn't a Bat. Hell, he wasn't even Superman. He had fun and saved the day. He didn't need a serious relationship. There were plenty of girls and guys who'd kill to get into his bed. He was sure some of them were hotter than Cassie or Tim.

Yeah, and he was also sure Lex Luthor had luscious locks, Bruce Wayne was a pauper, and people never, ever, came back from the dead.

Broken Fairytale

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